Redtail Rise Spirit of Tara

New Snow could only truly recognize one thing of which the other spoke, moreso understood due to the withdrawing from the food item than anything else. New Snow wasted no time in eating when it became apparent that Blood Spot would not, tail wagging. New Snow understood nothing else; she had not slept on furs within her life, only the earth and what it offered. In the fall, piles of leaves; in the winter, she insulated herself in the snow alongside her man and taught her cub the same. Bobcat had stayed with them up until recently.

The Clawan did not finish the meal, still full from her earlier meal, though had taken the particularly nutritious bits and nosed the rest toward Blood Spot. Turning back and entering the (now empty) whelping den, her eyes alight upon an old, worn skin from @Amalia. There are memories attached to this item that New Snow had forgotten! And she was happy to find it. It was well loved by Bobcat and Thursdays Dawn, and would be well loved again she would ensure. New Snow knew not how it was made.

But she took it to show Blood Spot! Old scents upon it that would, in time, fade and become new again, rich in the scents of that which did not yet exist.